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My Little Pony:Friendship is Magic OC RP

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Fields of Gold Under the Moonlit Sky

If one would be asked to describe what the seemingly endless fields looked like, most probably they'll answer: "Golden." The plains located a ways west of Canterlot was covered in grass ranging from tall to short which looked like a sea of gold under the setting sun. It bordered a mountain range to the south-east, and the train tracks from Canterlot going to Vanhoover was to the north.

The place was breathtaking, but the zebra was unaware of all this beauty. All he knew was that the sun's warmth was fading, and that the moon was beginning to shine down. Maybe it was time to set up camp for the night.

"How do you fare, my little mare?" He asked his crystalline companion as he dropped his gear, carefully placing his bow and quiver over his bags.

Blindsight took out a sleeping bag and rolled it over to the mare while he spread a square blanket on the grass for himself. "You make it sound so grand... Someday, hopefully I'll understand." He just smiled as he untied the rope holding the firewood to his bag.

After arranging the sticks for a campfire, he took out a piece of flint and steel, striking them together to create embers to ignite the wood. A few tries later and they had a warm campfire for the night.

"Thank you," Rosie said, taking the sleeping bag and unrolling it. She sat on top of it and warmed her hooves by the fire, careful not to get so close that the crystal started to melt.

She reached into her bag and lifted out a single rose. It was frozen in time, crystallized and made to last forever. It was her specialty. The dye always worked on flora, and it always produced beautiful results.

This particular blossom was sunset orange, and it seemed even more beautiful with the flames dancing inside of it. It was not intended for oogling, however, as Rosie pressed it into Blindsight's hoof.

"For you, my friend," she said gently. "So even if we part, you'll always remember us."

He was sitting quietly when he felt something being pressed into his hoof. It felt small, fragile. He gently examined the thing with his hooves. A rose, for him? That was the first thing any pony ever given to him ever since he started to travel by himself.

"Thank you for this treasure. The gratitude I feel, I cannot put into measure." He held the rose within his hooves for a while to appreciate the gift.

Blindsight smiled again. "That is most generous of you, hopefully it wouldn't be as hard as describing the color blue." And it wouldn't, considering he did know color, just not as sharp as she sees it.

He let the fire warm him as the sun's own warmth faded. He waited for her to create that mental painting for him, to project what she saw to him. It had been a long time since anybody did something like that. He had forgotten how uplifting it felt.

"As the sun sets slowly over the horizon, rays of the most vivid orange cut across the sky, leaving the golden fields to glow with an almost ethereal light. The gold stretches for miles, waving softly in the wind like the magical locks of the princesses. The fire leaps in front of us, performing her magical dance, dangerous and life-saving. It reflects off our fur, turning eyes jewel-red and fur crimson and tangerine."

The zebra was impressed at how well the mare managed to paint the picture into his mind. It indeed felt beautiful. It had been so long, he didn't think the vision he had did justice to her description. Oh how grand it would be to see things through his own eyes.

"If you don't mind a request, I would like to know more about this gift I have been blessed."

He was curious of the rose, it didn't feel like others he held before. It was different from the real thing, and the artificial ones didn't have this texture.

"It was once a real rose, growing tall and beautiful, with a fragrant scent that permeated the very air of the room in which it grew. It's something I'm known for in the Empire, growing flower that turn to crystal. I water the plant with a dye I created for about a week, and then I cut it. It takes about five minutes separated from the home stalk to crystallize, and then it is preserved forever as a jeweled flower. Yours is the only one in that vibrant sunset orange that I had ever found. It has found itself a worthy home."

That really made him appreciate the gift even more. Who would have known that that flower was so special? He suddenly thought to himself, did she really think he was worthy of such a priceless thing? Flattered to say they least, he could only say, "Thank you."

He let out a sigh and blew into the fire to make it dance gracefully in the night as he lowered himself onto the blanket. What else was there to talk about? He would ask about her, but that would inevitably end up going to his past.

She knew he was a bit uncomfortable, so she refrained from speaking any longer, instead grabbing a long strand of grass and tying her mane up in a knot. She watched the fire for a while, absently tracing the heart on her chest.

Forget him, a voice whispered in her head. That phase of your life is over. Your story has continued. Accept it.

She turned over, biting her lip and closing her eyes.

It's over. Be done.

Yes. It was time to get over Recurve, and to move on. She had a purpose to life now; it was time to see what path it took her down.

He was satisfied with only hearing the fire crackling, the sound of nocturnal life, and their own breaths. The wind blew gently and the embers spiraled into the night sky. What more could anypony want with a moment as serene as this?

He rubbed the scar on his face. It was a reminder of what could go wrong out there in the wilderness. A reminder to be alert even when he slept. Thugs and the like always think a blind zebra was an easy target. He wouldn't be surprised if there was a few lurking just out of earshot. One of the nice advantages of picking a field to settle down for the night was that nopony could be as sneaky as they'd like.

Rose slowly drifted into a deep slumber, her eyelids growing heavy as her breathing slowed. She seemed to be sleeping peacefully, but turmoil filled her dreams.

Dream Rosie was sitting in the same field, watching a sunset with Blindsight at her side. She sighed, leaning on his neck as she watched the light fade and felt the serenity of the moment.

All of the sudden, somepony was whispering in her ear.

"Rosella... I'm here... I've come back for you..."

The crystal pony looked up to see Recurve standing before her, a hoof outstretched, waiting for her to take it.

"But what about Blindsight?" she asked, looking at the zebra beside her. He was unmoving, frozen in time.

"Leave him," the stallion said sweetly. "I'm all you need..."

Rosella stayed where she was, not wanting to let go of her companion.

"Have it your way..."

And the dream Recurve was fading, and Rose reached for him, but her hoof passed through his, and then... he was gone.

She woke with a start, breathing heavily, sweat plastering her mane to her neck and face. Night had fallen, the moon high in the sky, and she looked, panicked, at Blindsight, to make sure he was still there. She hesitantly touched him, fearing that he would be just as insubstantial as Recurve, but he was fine. It was all fine... But Recurve was gone.

He watched over the mare while she slept, keeping an open ear out for signs of danger. Luckily, none showed, but the sleeping mare did seem troubled. It was not like him to feel any concern for anypony, perhaps it was because of the gift.

"Is something troubling you from out of view?" He whispered when he felt her shaking hooves. Though he didn't move from his spot.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, embarrassed. "I didn't know you were awake. It was just a troubling dream... It's not real..."

She shuddered, recovering, and found that she no longer wanted to return to the soothing clutches of sleep.

"It seems that sleep will now evade me. I'll keep watch if you want to rest."

She sat up, seeing that the fire had started to die down, and added more timber to the flames. The night was chilly, and she could feel it even with her proximity to the warming fire. She hoped that Blindsight couldn't see the tears leaking out of her eyes as she worked.

She watched the fire's dying embers as she waited for his response, but the chill that had filled her skin and settled into her veins was leeching away, settling into a pleasant, warm feeling. Without realizing it, she had gotten quite close to the zebra, but she made no movement to move away when she realized what had happened.

"I think my sanity's already gone, I'm afraid, but we're all a little insane, right? It will return to me."